So you motherfuckers I was gonna change my So what are you Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that Here's another rap that I'm to spit It goes like this, my is $hort I'm tearin' shit up never before
Pimp slaps, makin' Cold money and Too $hort raps Oakland, California where I'm from The city where the boys say you don't want
But if you do, I'm tell you this Trues and vogues ain't really Wanna so hard, all of the time You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes
If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it concern me Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"
I said, are you doin' in the White House If you're not cocaine? Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I she'll spit that game Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob
is life? Life is Too $hort I play the bitches like it's a Yeah, I'll the bitches just like y'all Dr. J played basketball
You can me Too, don't say it twice You'll get me real mad and fuck your wife You see I'm not proper, I'm polite Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch
It on a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop to Caddy gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true
So death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till week? Will I get by a dope fiend to get high, tryin' to steal my ring
I really can't say, 'cause I know why People out here droppin' like flies I used to see a home boy five Now I say, "Man, still alive?"
Cold as hell, the I'm from Won't last too long you're fakin' the funk I'm the master rapper, so Clap my hand I want my freak
You can't deny it, you I'm right I turn any out when I'm on the mic And I kick back, or relax Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap
Till he Too $hort, set the track They got him caught up in my cap Motherfucker can't spit game on the mic 'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike
He's a sucker MC, I him punk Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that You little punk-ass boy, listen to me Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's To the end of the world and you over Good couldn't find you in a four leaf clover
If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through Lookin' so far up, you might down Gettin' clowned by the hound east Oaktown
And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth Could make a grown man die, at you 'Cause you're a, no rappin', no Played out fake ass Simple
I never one word you said But you're swearin' up and down that killin' 'em dead There's only one thing, I to know motherfucker, where's the joke?
I'm the player of players, just me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I don't I just don't stop mackin', stop cappin' stop rappin' now you see what happens
Your is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC tell you what Your are weak, your rap the same And when it comes to game, you are
Never even heard of Too $hort Hit Oakland in Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme Tellin' MC's don't waste my time
There's a girl I her name is Betty Straight to the head just it steady She's so she'll juice you up All the home boys can't get enough
She's a Ph.D., don't even In the like that goin', top, top, top I won't say white girl, say she's black the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
Feel the beat, rock me Let me tell you I be I'm a MC rapper, a MC A big roller and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, I got rhyme It's not gonna stop the end of time Like rock and I'll play that song To the beat all day and all long
So liten up, to what I'm I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin' To all the boys doin' time in the pen Gonna rock beat for you once again
If you can't get out and mad as hell Say bitch, now it sound for real I'ma tear up, if I get the chance I could a fuck less if you're hole don't dance See I'm a big now, I'm so great I was and raised in the Golden State
me T O O, if you say $hort I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more Big bank, now just make me Bitch bitch bitch bitch me rich
out my style, baby I don't quit I heard freak say, "That's the shit" He took the cake, the rake Too $hort baby damn sure fake
But the sucker MC's are loud Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth How can you about me, and call me weak When your father coke and you mother's a freak
So I keep on rappin', if else Keep your jealous thoughts to Bitch and bitch, he's a MC Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic Fuck me, and boy you're doomed I a trick with a hoe to the motel room
'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone Like a 357 pointed at your I got cap for cap, you never So fresh with cusswords
shit, fuckin' with me Fuck a skank bitch and a MC All you got the claps And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap
Cusswords, just let 'em shit, goddamn ass hoe Cusswords, just don't Motherfuck you shithead bitch
It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't And it don't stop, and it won't stop, Check out my